Sunday, December 27, 2009

The Secert
Somethings that fly there be,-
Birds, hours, the bumble-bee:
Of these no elegy.

Somethings that stay there be,-
Grief,hills,eternity
Nor this behooveth me.

There are that resting, rise.
Can I expound the skies?
How still the riddle lies!
Emily Dickinson

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